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You feel famished and decide to head back to the west-wing offices to the kitchen and find some food to replenish your energy; in your haste and deep thoughts on your first day, you had not even thought about bringing a lunch. You enter the main glass doors and make your way over to the kitchen, along the way thinking of what the food set up would be if many an employee spent a majority of their time here: Were meals catered? Did people bring in bagged lunches? Did they go shopping and store groceries here?
You enter the kitchen and see it is not a simple office kitchenette with just a fridge, microwave, sink and perhaps a coffee maker. There are plenty of cabinets stocked with not only china and cutlery but also a food pantry, a dedicated fridge for drinks, and a second fridge filled of foods including a giant platter of cold cuts and a cake box. Left over from a meeting today? Ready to go for a party later? Was it up for grabs? Was there a money jar around where people paid for food on an honor system?
You poke your head out of the kitchen into the corridor to see if anyone is around to ask. No one is in your immediate line of sight. Better play it safe, you think, until you find out more details on the more mundane parts of the job description. Perhaps food is just for the 'community' employees. So instead of raiding the fridge full of perishables, you opt for things easily replaceable if you find out later the food was not up for grabs. You pick a water bottle from the first fridge, then dig around in a drawer for a spoon, open a cabinet and break out a jar of peanut butter.
For a company with a sizeable staff you find it odd you haven't seen anyone else in the kitchen -- although you are eating at an odd hour and it seems everyone else works odd hours too. It's a fluid work place, you will see people eventually you tell yourself. You pull up a chair at the table in the kitchen and scoop a sizeable amount of peanut butter and begin eating. You just scooped out your third spoonful and placed it in your mouth when someone enters the kitchen. As is usually the case, it is the exact moment when you put something in your mouth that someone at a dinner table will ask you a question and you have too full of a mouth to speak. So when this woman walked in and saw you and said "Hi there," you did not say a word.
However, you would not have spoken even if you did not have a face full of food. You instead were speechless because your biggest celebrity crush just walked into the room. Well, you imagine, not the actual celebrity. But someone who damn well looked exactly like her.
You stop eating. Fortunately you just started on this spoonful, so the size of your scoopful as well as the fact that it was peanut butter and was sticking to the roof of your mouth helped prevent the spoon, food and all, from falling to the floor as your mouth stood agape. This woman standing in front of you really looked like her. This gorgeous woman has been a part of all your fantasies. She is the mere definition of beauty. If, in the future, the human race had to be cloned and there could only be one person chosen for what the next million humans looked like, there is no second option, it would have to be this woman. Instead of speaking, all you could do was watch her as she started preparing herself some tea and poking her head in the fridge.
"Cold cut day, huh?" she says trying to spark conversation. "What schedule are you on, is this a snack or meal for you?"
You recover from your stupor, pull the spoon out of your mouth and answer, "Hi there. Yes, um, I would have to say a meal break; it has been a while since I've eaten today."
"Is peanut butter all you are going to have?" she asks as she pulls a covered bowl out of the fridge then walks over, pulls out a chair and sits down across from you at the narrow table.
"Well, it will do for today. I wasn't sure what food was available and for whom? No one was around to ask, so I went for simple. It's my first day," you state.
"You're new? Now why do I think I should have figured that out?" she playfully asks as she pulls the lid off the bowl to reveal a bunch of cut fruit and she reaches down for a piece of melon and brings it to her lips.
"Well, I imagine that there is a goofy look on my face, a sure sign of someone new on the job completely overwhelmed."
She lets out a laugh. "Goofy works too. No, I was going to say because you are a male you stand out as new, although you are correct, it may be a tie of what is noticeable first, your gender or the goofy face," she says with a wink as she puts a piece of cantaloupe in her mouth next.
"Hey, that's not fair, I said goofy look, not goofy face," you clarify as you grab another spoonful of peanut butter.
"What's the difference?" she retorts with a smirk before continuing, "Well, I am on the Board, I only drop in now and then; today, I needed to meet with Claire to prep for a meeting coming up. So as far as your first day orientation, I can clear up one point: the company pays for all the food since our employees put so much time into this job. We are a family, so please do help yourself to anything you see. For your next meal, don't feel like you have to resort to jelly. Grape?" she asks grabbing a grape from the bowl and extending it across the table holding it inches from your mouth.
As your hands are occupied, one with the jar the other with the spoon, you extend your tongue and she places the grape front and center on your tongue and you retract it, with the grape, back into your mouth.
"Mmmm," she says.
"Mmmm indeed. Thank you, it's delicious."
"Indeed, let me know when you are ready for the next one," she says as she helps herself to a piece of pineapple. "Well, welcome aboard. I know it has been a while since the 'employee' specialist position has been filled so I am glad Claire was finally able to find someone. What is your name?"
You tell her your name and are just about to ask her what hers is when she replies with "Nice to meet you," and places another grape in front of your mouth for you to take. This time, instead of placing out your tongue like a platter, you lean towards her and grab the fruit with your mouth, sucking the grape from her, slightly wetting her fingers in the process.
"Mmmm," she says again as she reaches down to the bowl with the same hand she just used to deliver you the grape, grabs another piece of pineapple, lifts it to her mouth and sucks her own fingers during delivery.
